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Terpsichore could feel her sickly little heart start to flutter and melt. She held a hand up to her mouth and tried to hide her blushing, but did not want to hide the fact that she was smiling too. "He uh,...he...irrecconcilable differences." Bob didn't ask, but for some reason that hot-headed nut-job felt the need to tell him that, and probably anything he asked.
She huffed impatiently for the service in Puddifoot's that day was substandard. "Tell me your order, and I'll take it up to them.", she smiled. She was traditional Caribbean lady, who thought that the women ought to serve the men. |